Hello everyone this is my new fanfiction involving Male Sherlock and female John known as Jean Watson. Here are the flowing warnings please note that these are here to warn you that stuff will happen or have happened.

Warnings. Past rape, mentions of past rape, PTSD because of rape, drugs mention as well as forcibly used, attempt rape, animal abuse (not from Jean or Sherlock or from normal good characters)

Disability nerve damage, spinal damage, tremors, PTSD, use of mobility aids.

Chapter 3 The lady in pink part 2

Jean eased into her seat gently petting Maya's sides while she looks out of the window she wanted to ask Sherlock a few questions but was not sure how to approach the man without insulting him.

"Go on you have some questions" But it seems that Sherlock beat her to the punch line. "yeah where are we going" he looked at her "Crime scene next" "so what are you a privet detective" Sherlock smiled "But" Police don't hire Privet detectives and certainly not armature ones which I don't think you are" "I am a consulting detective the Police come to me when they are out of their depth which is normally all the time and although you say I am not an armature you still have your own thoughts you want prove before you believe"

Agreeing Maya rested her head against Jean's legs allowing Jean to slowly pet her "Yes please if it not to much trouble."

Sighing Sherlock started "When I asked you this afternoon Afghanistan or Iraq you seemed surprised" "yes how did you know?"

"I did not know I saw your hair cut the way you tried to hold yourself for a while despite you do suffer from nerve damage and spinal damage you wanted to sit down but held yourself as much as you could all the while you were in pain only one who been trained to do so dose that and then Mike said that you were trained at Bart's which most of the time go to the military once pass so Army Doctor, your face was tanned and your wrist as well right up to elbows so abroad though not sunbathing you have tremors though you don't show it which most likely was coursed by injury your necklace had a part of it pissing to clear to be anything but a bullet so all things put together Afghanistan or Iraq"

"You said I had a therapist and that I should sack her" "You have a dog that trained partly to deal with PTSD of course you have a therapist of course then there's your bother" "hmm"

"Your phone or rather his phone you allowed me to use it while saying 'use this phone' as if you know it not your own phone to lend out but you did so anyway, you know that your brother is going to ask for it back soon.

This being said he has yet to do so despite the fact that he was a gift from his partner" surprised Jean was about to ask him how did he know that "on the back of the phone there is a message which says to Harry Watson from Clara clearly a partner he left her otherwise he would have kept the phone you want a cheap accommodations you went to him for help even though he drinking problem but he turned you down." Very surprised by all this "How could you possibly know about the drinking problem"

"Short in the dark good one though anyway there are scratch marks all around the charger you only get those though ether from a shacking hand that been drinking or tremors though nerve damage" Handing her phone back to Jean he finished with "There you go you was right the police don't consult armatures"

Nodding putting the phone back in her pocket before saying "That…. Was…brilliant" Sherlock looked at her "You really thought so?" "Of course it was extraordinary, fantastic, amazing it truly was." Surprised by her Sherlock looked out the window for a moment before saying "That not what people normally say" "What do they normally say" "Piss off" "Well that not nice"

They both just laughed right up till they entered the crime scene "Hello freak" "Ah sally lovely to see you as always I am here to see inspector Lestrade he invited me here" almost at once Jean knew she disliked this women people who named others are bullies and have no idea what it like to be on the other end or the traumatic effect it could led to.

"Why" Getting fed up with her Jean interrupted "Well I think he wants us to take a look of course if you want to look like an idiot after all this then your completely welcome"

The Women Sally said nothing just lifted the tape but stopped Jean "Who this then?" Maya growled at her "This is my colleague of mine" She looked at him "Since when did someone like you have a colleague" She turned back to Jean "What he'd do follow you home" "That hardly any of your business now is it Sherlock is a friend of mine"

Sherlock allowed Jean though Sally spoke into her two way radio "Freaks here with a colleague bringing them though"

Men came out of the building keeping back Jean held onto Maya's harness supporting her body slightly while keeping herself up with her walking crutch. Sherlock was talking to a man Anderson she did not say much until he spoke about contaminated and dog fur. "Well you should know that as an assistant dog Maya here has the right or access into any building under current Uk LAW to deny access would be breaking the law you would not want that now would you"

Entering the building they made where way upstairs where inspector Lestrade was waiting he saw Jean "Who this?" "Don't worry she with me" Jean held her hand out "Hello I am Dr Watson pleased to see you I am a colleague of Sherlock's I missed you when you came into the flats earlier I was up in the bedroom"

Watching Sherlock she could see he was smiling at the slight hung of the jaw on Lestrade face before realizing what she said "Oh no… I mean I was in the second bedroom upstairs just moved in you see we have our own bedrooms" "Jean you're making it worse" Sherlock said she shut her mouth closed and Put on blue cover coats on they entered the room .

"I can give you two minutes Her name Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards we are running them now for information and contacts she hasn't been here long some kids found her"

Jean was last up Maya next to here they watch as Sherlock walked towards the body examining everything from touching her clothing to checking her rings and umbrella.

It was then that Jean saw the wording on the floor Rache… revenge? No unlikely She knew six's language including German, Italian, French, Spanish, Russian, Dari and a bit of Chinese.

Could it be Rachel then "She German Rache is German for revenge" Turning Jean saw Anderson standing at the door she said "No I don't think so I think it Rachel she just did not have time for do the l"

Anderson snared at her "You're not trained in this line of work please keep your comments to yourself" Sherlock walked over "She right your wrong why DON'T YOU keep your input for yourself"

Lestrade spoke "So she is germen?" "of course not I just said that Jean was correct Rache is Rachel she just did not have time to do the l at the end before she died but she is from out of London she been in the rain so somewhere about 2 to 3 hours trip away the weather would have to been windy for her umbrellas dry but her collar been upturn to protect her from the weather she only planed on an overnight stay so far obvious"

Lestrade interrupted "Sorry obvious what about the message" nodding Sherlock turned to Jean "Dr Watson what do you think?" "Of the body you mean?" "come on you're a medical trained women" Lestrade interrupted "Oh no we have a whole team of medicals waiting outside" "None of them would work with me" "I am braking every rule to let you in here" Sherlock smiled "Yes because you need me and I NEED Jean's help so" Jean looked at Lestrade "Oh go on then you might as well while you're here help yourself"

She eased her elf to the floor next to the body before looking at Sherlock "What on earth am I doing here? You seem to have already know what happened"

Smirking Sherlock whispered "I NEED your help to make a point" "yes and I need to help pay of the rent I can't keep doing this as much as I would love to I can help out at home." "Alright just this once" Getting down to hear the women's chest and touching her wrist Jean she nodded Maya assisting her up "it asphyxiation probably passed out chocked on her own vomit can't smell any alcohol on her or cigarette smoke could have been a seizure more likely drugs." "You know what it is you read the papers" "Well no I did not I was upstairs remember but you said she was one of the suicides the fourth one you said she left a note"

"Sherlock I gave you three minutes I need anything you got" Lestrade interrupted "victim late 30s professional person going by her clothing I'm guessing something in media and going by the frankly alarming shade of pink, traveled from Cardiff to London only intending to stay for one night from the size of her suitcase." "suitcase" "yes Suitcase she been married for ten year though unhappily, she had a string of lovers but none of them knew she was married rest of her jewellery gets regally cleaned but not her ring sate of marriage right there. The only time she does any polishing is when she takes it off she never works with her hands so what or who dose she remove it for. Clearly not one lover she'd never like being single that long so a string of lovers as I said simple"

Jean regaining her balance was listen to this who thing "that brilliant" Lestrade asked "Cardiff" Sherlock looks at him "It obvious isn't it?" Lestrade shock his head it clicked in Jeans head "Ah.. Her clothing they felt damp" Sherlock smiled at her "yes correct Jean well done" turning to Lestrade he asked "dear god what must it be like in that funny little brain of yours it must be so boring… yes her coat it still damp she has been heavy rain I looked on the weather cast and found the only place within two to three hours where it been raining so but to windy for her to use her umbrella is in and with her suitcase she can't have been more then one night Cardiff"

"That fantastic" Jean said Sherlock snapped his head to her "You know you do that out loud?" "Sorry I'd stop" "No it fine" Lestrade leaning against the door "Why do you keep saying suitcase for?" Sherlock looked around the women's body "She where is it she must have had a phone for organizer for times and dates we need to know who Rachel is" "she was writing Rachel" Lestrade asked "No she was writing an angry note in germen of course she was trying to write Rachel how many times do I have to say it the only question was why did she wait till she was dying to right it" "Alright say I believe you how do you know she had a suitcase?"

Lestrade asked Sherlock pointed to the back of the women's legs "back of her right leg on her tights she was left handed as there no slash marks on her right you don't get that slash Patten any other way smallish case going by spread case that size would be an overnight she was cloth concourse now what have you done with it?"

"There was no case with her when we found her" Rushing out of the room he shouted down "has anyone seen a SUITCASE AT ALL HERE" Sherlock there was no case" Sherlock ran up the stairs "But they took the pills them self's they chew swallow the pills themselves there are clear signs even you lot could not miss them." "Yeah thanks AND HOW?" Lestrade shouted "It murder I don't know how yet but these are serial killings oh how I love those there always something to look forward to" "Yeah but how did you figure that out?" Jean started to follow Sherlock but he was too hyped up "Her case come on… how you can…all be so…. Someone clearly driven her here they placed her in that room her body was too tidy to be suicides but they realized that the case was in the car" Jean interrupted "She could have checked in a hotel and left her case there"

"No she never got to a hotel look at her hair she would never come back out and not tidy's up she colour coordinates everything she never dream of coming out with doing up her makeup and hair oh yes the killer made a mistake"

"Sherlock" Jean tried to get though "Please clear things up" "What bloody mistake?" Lestrade asked last time Sherlock came running back "PINK"

And with that he ran out of the building leaning Jean leaning against the wall her medication wearing thin. The Pain coming back without her walker she can't walk far.

She was outside and could not see Sherlock anywhere coming to the conclusion that she was walking home she sighed Walking passed Sally the women turned to talk to her "He took off you know he does that" "yes well I'd image that he dose where am I?" "Brixton do you know where I could get a cab or bus?" "Try the main road" "Thanks" The less she spoke to the women the better.

"But you know… you're not his friend… he doesn't have friends SO…. Who are you he can't want you for your looks you don't have many?" "I met him today and looks are not everything brain is important as well which I recon you don't have or"

"Ok then a bit of advice then stay away from him" "Why?" "you know why he is here he'd not paid or anything he likes it gets off on it the weirder the crime scene the better he is and you know what one day showing up won't be enough for him one day we show up and he was the one who put it there" getting angrier she asked "And why on earth would he do that?" "because he a psychopath and as we all know psychopaths get bored" Reaching her limit Jean snapped "NOW YOU LISTEN HERE SALLY DO YOU HAVE A DEGREE IN MEDICAL STUDIES? NO WELL I HAVE BACHELOR OF MEDICINE AND TRAINING OF THE HUMAN BRAIN AND BEHAVIOR YOU DON'T HAVE ANY OF THOSE DO YOU I have studied for these over the course of 10 years for these, then in my short time of being with Sherlock Holmes he has not shown any signs that would make me remotely concerns and another thing if I hear you call him freak again I will complain and If your inspector does not do anything about you I will go higher up still till it gets done. GOOD DAY."

Spinning around she walked off with Maya by her side she set off to find a taxi or bus to go 221B Backers street she was going to throttle Sherlock's neck when she gets back.

Ok that all.

See you next time